Just Some Guy

Chapter 25

I started walking around aimlessly. Of course, I attracted a lot of attention since I'm wearing something completely different from them.

I seem to be in a medieval society that's somewhat similar to Europe. Nope, scratch that... I just saw a samurai. It's a mixed bag of cultures.

I had my shot gun in hand since I can't use my powers for some reason. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. There's to many unknowns and not enough cover if things get bad.

What am I thinking? I'm safe. The past hour has me on edge. Today has just been bad on top of bad.

"Hey, watch it kid!" Someone said as we bumped into each other.

"Sorry." I responded, my voice emotionless. I no longer had Yuri or Yorokobi to vent to or the temperamental Sora to tell me to suck it up. Would they be targeted?

"What's with the attitude, kid? Never got taught manners?" Now I see... He's trying to start a scene. I didn't respond and only looked up at him... Wait, looked up?

Shit, I'm smaller. This could be bad.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Again, I didn't say anything and started to walk away. He grabbed my shoulder to stop me.

"Let go of me." I ordered. My stare hardened into a glare. "I've had a bad day."

"Grovel and I might."

"That's enough, Child of Apollo." A female voice said. I looked over to see a woman with long black hair tied into a pair of pigtails on each side of her head.

"Lady Hestia." He said before backing away. "Please forgive me." He seemed calmer now.

"Hestia? Like the Greek God?" I absentmindedly asked, not really expecting a response.

"That confirms what Zachariah told me." She said. My expression immediately changed to a surprised one. "You are from another world."

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"I see. So that's what's going on." Hestia said. I had just finished talking about what happened before my appearance. "Those bastards."

"My thoughts exactly. My main concern is that I have people there that I care for. I don't know if they'll be targeted." I mentioned. She put a hand to her chin thinking.

"I can put in a call. Zachariah might be able to help you." I nodded. I didn't know how to respond. Hestia's been helping me without making anything sound vague.

"There's an issue though." I lifted my hand, a tiny piece of ice appeared in my palm. "My abilities are heavily restricted. I'm not sure if it's a residual effect of the teleport or if the properties of my gauntlet changed."

"I know someone who can look into it." Two plates were placed in front of us.

"By someone, you mean me, don't you?" I looked at the woman sitting at a desk. He had prominent red hair and an eye was covered.

We were in somewhat of a study that belonged to this woman. It wasn't anything weird; a desk for her, two sofas facing each other with a coffee table in the middle for guests, and books on the shelf no doubt for crucial information.

"I'm sorry to drag you into this." I apologized, my expression became remorseful.

"Don't worry about it. After Hestia told me that we needed to discuss something, I immediately prepared. Still, I didn't expect this." She stood up and walked to me. She reached a hand out to me, clearly asking for a handshake. "I'm Hephaestus."